Today I have nothing.
I wrote a lengthy essay about being a public figure engaging in public discourse but the whole point of the text was to tell you to look away from public discourse, look at something else, the revolution will not be televised.
This image: public figures as gladiators fighting in the arena, crazy dangerous lions, I used to believe in sacrificing myself to the lions as if my sacrifice could somehow set me free but I don’t believe in that anymore.
So I don’t know what to do now. I have nothing.
Needs to be said though. FIY. The revolution is already here. It’s happening. Everywhere.
Only not in public discourse.
In public discourse, in the arena, you only hear the voices of the risk takers, gladiators… but we’re nothing but slaves, don’t believe a word we say. Look to someone else.
If I had the strength I would somehow articulate this and throw it out there, in public discourse, shout it to the crowd, before some lion ate me:
THIS EMPIRE IS EVIL!
And we know it! We live in denial. Knowingly.
This is a world of science fiction. Doors that slide open and gates that close hard, dna registers, electronic traces, every public and private space monitored, we are controlled to maximum extent, we are kept fearful and within fences.
We live in a functioning panoptikon as described by Foucault. This is tyranny. And the WORST part of it that we are not even allowed to feel oppressed. We are constantly being told, everywhere, from every speaker and in every corner of public space (this also means your brain) that we are privileged. We have nothing to complain about it. All is good. All is good. All is good! Now repeat after me! All is good!
This message is repeatedly pumped into our ears, eyes, we are being force-fed with it but the hard truth is that we SUFFER.
And this is NOT the best of all worlds.
But there is no emperor to overthrow. The enemy is invisible. So we overthrow each other or ourselves, all man for him self!
This is war!
It’s so evil man. It’s heartbreakingly evil!
But I can’t articulate this. And I’ll tell you why.
Sitting on a stage, being a public figure doing some public debate, it feels heavy as if we’re getting nowhere. So I ask the crowd, such a pretty and privileged crowd (isn’t it time we begin to talk about the fact that none of us have any influence at all?)
“How many in this room believe this system to be so wrong that some kind of rebellion is necessary?”
I’d say that 75% of the crowd raised their hands.
But they’re not going to rebel. They don’t have the energy and they don’t have the time (we have been robbed from all of our time)
So what is left is art. And the gladiator fights (constant analysis of motives, constant forgery of motives, blame, spin, pseudo, an already written dialogue, a positioning of each other, black and white, WIN! Or loose!)
Seems the only possible protest is stress, depression, resignation. Or Hatred. Distrust. Outbursts of indignation.
RUN! LEAVE! LOOK AWAY!
That’s all. The rest is silence.
We found an abandoned log cabin in the wild woods, it had almost sunken into the ground, a monument of lost times. An old lady used to live here, all alone. People had robbed the cabin completely when we got there. There was nothing left. Except some old magazines hidden away on the loft. I guess those were her dreams.